I Got Songtext

[sample x2: Pimp C]
I Got Money (yeah)
I Got Clothes (fasho)
I Got Whips (let's go)
I Got... (Let's go)
I Got Money (woo)
I Got Clothes (fasho)
I Got Whips (uh)
I Got...

Mixtape Messiah part five, you in the presence of the finest, already told you that
You know what it is, Chamillionaire dot com, let's go
Let's go
Fasho
Yeah, yeah, hold up

[Verse 1:]
What if I told you if I said I was better than 50, Kanye and Weezy
Would you believe me or would you be mad like I'm talking greasy What if I said I was way better than all these little cheesy rappers
On TV they really be making cooner look easy
You easy breezy, Covergirl's get'cha nails done by Tyra
In the streets I'm on fire and that's until I retire
I'm out in Tyler the mayor said I'm the Mixtape Messiah
So you get fired they messing with none of you rappers for hire
I don't admire none of ya'll, plus I feel like I'm greater
Wanna get served I'm a waiter and bullets I gotta play da (woo)
Anybody jump fly I turn to a demonstrater
Major label that pay you and manager ain't goin save ya
Not just the best in my city, I'm like the best on the planet
I'm a God from above the streets is just where I landed
Haters all on my nuts but it ain't no need to panic
That Real Estate is expanded because my nuts is gigantic
Ha, Ha

[x2:]
I Got Money (yeah)
I Got Clothes (let's go)
I Got Whips (uh-huh)
I Got... (let's go)
I Got Money (yeah)
I Got Clothes (fasho)
I Got Whips (hold up)
I Got...

I make this look pretty man, knahtalkinbout?
I be balling and weaving on these boys, man
Still in the game, knahtalkinbout?
Doin that, getting in the streets
Doin what I do best, yes
I'm superfresh, superfly, all the time
Hold up

[Verse 2:]
Place the chips that they tackle, doing it like it's no hassle
Fourth in gold which is known that I'm goin be showboating after
If my career ever dies, then the rest of ya'll goin be bastards
Because I fathered the balling rap style that cha'll try'na master (hold up)
Chamillionaire lost ya dummy, how is you sounding?
SoundScan can't make my money not look like a mountain
Where the haters I'm scouting, cause I be loving the doubting
Just coordinate all the hating and start in time for my album
Don't mix business with pleasure, I just mix money with money
If I see Oprah approach, I bet she'll walk up and hug me
It's like I stuffed them with cotton, they see my pockets is junky
Money's the root of all evil, they feel my pockets like Chucky
I'm getting rusty, I normally can make a thousand a minute
But I been slipping my numbers is somewhere down there in finnit
We right back down to the ground, they wanna hear a sound of me kill it
It's gonna sound like a nogeration to turn when I get it
Get it?